Page 13 of Jake's Angel

“Mack’s here?” she asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice. She looks from me to her friend, whose eyes are now wide and alert.

“He’s on his way into town. Pres sent us to find you. You’ve left your shit at the clubhouse, and they want answers.” I know she’s gearing up to tell me off, but to my surprise, it’s her seemingly shy friend who comes to her defense instead.

“Who the hell are you to tell her what she has to do? We’ve been sitting here enjoying our breakfast, discussingour plansfor the day before you two asshats barged in and made yourselves comfortable. Sadie doesn’t have to go anywhere with you if she doesn’t want to.” She’s pointing her fingers at me; all fire and sass in those eyes glaring back at me.

She has a fire to her.Her green eyes turn darker when she’s angry, and I find myself getting sucked into them for a moment.

Coming back to my senses, I look pointedly at her fingers and beside me, I can hear Hawk trying to stifle a laugh.

I look pointedly at the angel dangling on her neck, watching her fingers as she plays with it nervously. I lick my lips Her eyes follow the movement. There’s something there.

Curiosity. Desire. Want.

Leaning forward, I draw a little syrup with my finger off the plate in front of her and lick it. “You don't have shit to say here, Princess. It’s club business. Know your place. Be a good little girl. I wasn’t talking to you. So, why don’t you go on enjoying your breakfast? Letuscontinue our conversation?”

There it is. The glaring in those eyes from before. She’s pissed and my dick is hard. Shit.

Her angry eyes narrow at my rude dismissal of her outburst. She drops her fork onto her plate, and leans toward me on the table contemplatively. Clearly not liking the way I brushed her off. Too damn bad.

“I didn’t catch your name, Princess.” She flinches, cutting her eyes to me, and glares.

“I didn’t toss it,” she replies.

Turning my attention to Sadie, I ask her. “Who the fuck is she, Sadie? How do you two know each other?”

Sadie opens her mouth to answer, but the feisty blonde cuts her off with the wave of her hand. “It’s none of your business who I am. For all you know, I’m her girlfriend and you missed one hell of a girls’ night.”

Skyler howls in laughter, pointing at Hawk’s now gaping mouth. Her hand comes down on the table, causing the dishes to clank. Sadie joins the mix and high fives the little minx. Hawk is glancing between the three of them, his mouth still hanging open, no doubt imagining what that scene would be like.

“Oh. My. God. I am so fucking proud of you,” Sadie congratulates her friend. The girl blushes.

I’m fighting back my own amusement. She’s playing games. The way I long to put her in her place,preferably underneath me, tells me I need to get the fuck out of here.

This girl is trouble. I can feel it.

“Oh, Sweetheart. You just became my new favorite person. I’ve never seen a tiny thing like yourself shut Jake up before,” Hawk tells her with pride, reaching his arm over the back of the seat. She smiles politely, but she still backs away from him. He takes the hint, raises his hands in surrender, placing them on the table in front of him.

“Holy shit.” Skyler breathes, calming herself down. “That was awesome.”

“Where you from, sweetheart?” Hawk asks, clearly as intrigued as I am by her.

“Here and there, and nowhere in between.” She says flippantly, returning her focus back to her food.

Ethan’s brow creases. He’s been silently observing the scene but based on what I’m seeing reflecting back at me in his expression, he’s thinking the same as me.

She’s trouble.

“You’re definitely not from around here or we would’ve gotten to know each other by now.” He wiggles his brows at her.

“I doubt it,” she snarks.

“I don’t.” His eyes scan her body from head to toe in a suggestive manner I don’t like at all. “For the record, if what you said is true, I’d like an invite to the next girls’ night. I’m an excellent listener, bartender, camera man … Whatever you need me to be. I just need to be there.” He raises his hand like a damn kid volunteering himself to erase the boards for his teacher. The four of them continue to laugh.

Her laughter stops abruptly when something outside the window catches her attention. A car. A pearl white BMW has her completely distracted from the conversation. She becomes restless and fidgety, the color slowly draining from her face. She’s grabbing for her backpack next to her, as three overly made-up and obviously spoiled rich girls exit the car. I watch her carefully as she cautiously observes the three girls.

“Shit. Sadie,” she mumbles under her breath slightly, nodding her head to the window. They make eye contact. Raising her eyebrows, motioning toward the end of the table where I’m sitting, she’s trying to plot her escape. From theI’m-going-to-kill-a-bitchlook on Sadie’s face, she isn’t too pleased to see them here, either. Whoever they are, they’ve got our little mystery guest ready to bolt for the door.

“Um, I need to use the ladies’ room. Hawk, is it? Could you let me by, please?” she tosses a handful of twenties on the table near Sadie and gently pushes Hawk’s shoulder, trying to move him along faster as she glances back out the window.

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